it's not enough.
more,
she says.
I need more.
we need more room.
more space.
more
things.
our happiness
depends on it.
work harder.
we can't stay here
forever
living this way.
our car is old.
my clothes are worn.
I want a Viking stove.
we need more.
we need to rise
above where we've
come from.
we need to
spread our wings
and fly.
so go back to
work,
we need more,
tell me when
we've arrived,
but be quiet when
you come home.
I like to take a
nap then.
Wednesday, March 12, 2014
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